Each kilometer closer to it made me understand it was worthy of all the efforts.
Resemblent somehow of the Cinque Terre, but more classy, less crowded… a little jewel.
After a 2 hours road trip when getting out of the car I had my first lesson: a new meaning of “good morning”.
Portofino welcomed me with his version of “good morning”, one that looked like this:
I mean… I was thanking whomever for being able to photograph it so I can take it back home with me. And to look at it happylly ever after… really.
And yes, I dreamed I was on that balcony, enjoying an espresso with some cantuccini.
My only worry would have been not too crack them to loudly so i can still hear the waves.
Waking suddenly up, and being remembered that life is about moving on, and here it’sand it’s one car or bike at a time:
Portofino is a place of unconventional sun bathing, not on beaches, but on rocks, terraces, the most lovely of them all.
I saw this and it was so clear that the main road is for sure not the most beautiful.
Bearing that on mind I kept walking downwards in the small, coquette harbor of expensive hobbies and habits.
And among them all I found her, and let’s be real… if anyone told you “there’s a rabit in there”… would you have believed?
She was like in “Alice’s Aventures in Wonderland” … and me too.. my Wonderland being Portofino.
I learned that we need to remain curious, not to settle with conventional, to look for magic in everything.
Portofino painted on my camera’s sensor a piece of heaven…a customized one, just for me.
Per vederti presto…Portofino, Italy.